Rebirth Of A Noble Daughter: The Marquis Manor’s Abandoned Wife

Shen Qingci walked over with his calf, and then bowed a respectful manner, but this action was done for a four-year-old baby, how can it be a bit of laughter.

Shen Dingshan laughed first, and the other generals couldn't help but laugh with them. Military officials are not like civil officials. They should pay attention to everything, and they have to use words and words. They have always been direct and none With so much thought, you can order if you want to laugh or scold if you want to.

Shen Dingshan nodded to them and told them to go down first and discuss things later. Of course, don't make fun of his Xiao Ning. What if you get annoyed?

"This little baby is really good-looking," a general with a beard could not help holding Shen Qingci up, and squeezed a small face of her. It was obviously painful, but Shen Qingci split himself. The little mouth is smiling, the beautiful little dirty egg, the delicate little dumplings, they can't help but make people's hearts. They only now know why Shen Dingshan treats this child more than his own life. They are all important, if one of them has such a little girl, it is not the same.

So they want to have such a little girl now, and they also want to be like Shen Qingci, long enough, so they can hold them, sit on their shoulders, and shout softly. With a loud dad.

Shen Dingshan was busy rescuing Shen Qingci. What should he do if his little Ah Ning is hurt?

And when he saw his daughter's face was reddened, he really wanted to kick those people again.

"What's wrong, do you miss Daddy?"

Shen Dingshan sat down with his daughter in his arms, and adjusted the buds on her head. The child has grown a bit recently, and it is no longer just like a small piece of mud.

If Shen Qingci knows that her father described her like this, I don’t know if she is crying. It’s okay to say it’s a kitten or a bunny. Why do we have to say that she is like a piece of mud? Is she as cute as mud.

"Daddy, A Ning will use this as a plaque," Shen Qingci placed the words he had been holding in front of Shen Dingshan.

Shen Dingshan took it and opened it, with a few large and crooked characters written on it.

At Luomei Xiaoyuan, you can see that it was written by the literate Shen Qingci. The handwriting is full of all kinds of childishness. Although it is not an atmospheric font, it is not as clear and elegant as those written by literati and ink, but it is written by children. Some fun of natural children.

These four words are neat, Shen Dingshan touched his daughter's little head, "Who started this Luomei Courtyard?"

Shen Qingci pointed to himself, "A Ningqi."

"En," Shen Dingshan picked up his daughter with one hand, "Wait until Dad has someone ready to send it to you, and he thinks about it, my little A Ning is also grown up, how about Dad let me take you to school tomorrow? ?"

"No," Shen Qingci shook his head.

"A Ning wants her sister to teach."

"No," this time he was always a good dad who obeyed his daughter's words, and directly refused.

Shen Qingci crooked his head, that little appearance, everything is like a big man like Shen Dingshan.

"Your eldest sister has other things to do. I can't take you with you every day, and there are many playmates of your age. Isn't that great?"

Shen Qingci blinked, ah, she forgot about it.